“You can do as you please,” I said coolly.
The detective ripped out an oath.
“If I knew you were lying, Wilton, I'd clap you in jail this minute.”
“Well, if you want to take the risks—” I said smiling.
He looked at me for a full minute.
“Candidly, I don't, and you know it,” he said. “But this is a stunner on me. What's your game, anyhow?”
I wished I knew.
“So accomplished a detective should not be at a loss to answer so simple a question.”
“Well, there's only one course open, as I see,” he said with a groan. “We've got to have a story ready for the papers and the coroner's jury.”
This was a new suggestion for me and I was alarmed.